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Majid Part IX
By Simon Peter
Simon's Note: A word of warning: This story deals with sex between brothers. I never condoned such sex until I got Majid into it. I thought about taboos and how we tend to stick to them, regardless of their irrational justification. Why shouldn't Majid get sexually involved with his gay brother? Wasn't being gay in itself a breaking of a long-standing taboo? In our culture, being a homosexual is worse than any other sin involving sex! "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife." What about women who covet their neighbor's husband?-and believe me, there are so many of these "coveting" women around. Breaking taboos is not what I am preaching, but developing deep, meaningful and full relations with another person should not be considered a taboo. My apologies to all of you guys out there who think that Majid and Jad should not have sex. But they do. Brothers do! It was already two weeks into the summer break, and Majid was enjoying the hot stream of water hitting his body under the shower. He touched himself, his cock straining with an almost painful erection. His eyes closed, he rubbed the mushroom head gently, feeling the sensations go through his body. He was thinking of Ameen, his boyfriend during his last year in college. Ameen loved to do exactly that to him, gentle rubbing of his mushroom cock head under the shower.
Majid sighed and reached for the soap. Working a rich lather all over his body, now growing more hair on the chest than a few years ago, he enjoyed the slippery feeling of his young skin. Since his first sexual encounter with his neighbor, ages ago it seemed, Majid started to revel in his own body. He knew that he was no model or movie star. But he also knew that he was hot. He ran his eyes down his chest, his flat stomach with pronounced abs, his thick bush, his pride-and-joy dick erecting vertically, his hairy thighs and legs.
Majid watched the soap wash off. He closed his eyes and reflected. What was he going to do for sex in this god-forsaken hometown of his during the summer? Shit! Why wasn't he born and raised in a large cosmopolitan city? He had to deal with all kinds of petty and local issues, to carefully hide his homosexuality. He loved his dad dearly for accepting him as a gay son. His dad never judged him.
Perhaps it was because he was raised without a mother. His mom died when he was a child and his dad made sure that Majid didn't need for anything. Still, dads were dads.
It was when he discovered that his brother, Jad, was gay and was making out with his boyfriend during semester break, that his heart was first broken. It wasn't really Jad's fault. It was Ralph, his boyfriend, who hit on his brother. Still, it did hurt. He dumped the asshole Ralph, but Jad was always right there with him, under the same roof. Jad was a looker, better built than Majid since he worked in construction with their father and oldest brother. But Majid always thought of his family as too provincial for his taste, especially after his four years away in college, where he experienced a lot of new situations, intellectually, emotionally, not to mention sexually.
Sighing heavily, he pulled on a pair of tight boxers, plastering his still-erected dick to his belly. He needed to do something about having to be scooped in this horrible place the whole summer. But he had to get ready because he had promised Jad that he would join him and a couple of friends on a fishing outing this afternoon to the nearby stream. He fished out an old pair of jeans, frayed legs and faded crotch and all. He chose an old flannel shirt which he put on without any undershirt, his chest hair curling out of the opened upper buttons. He considered shaving but did not want to bother with that. His shadow beard looked sexy anyway and it wasn't as if he was going out on a date or something.
His dick refused to settle. Ameen was on his mind all the time. He had refrained from calling him because he knew that what he was going to get out of it was more heart ache. He could do without that. He did send a couple of emails, but words on his screen were so flat, so black and white, so unlike the hot hours he had spent with Ameen in the same bed, his cock buried in his lover's ass, fucking him, kissing his lips, fondling his balls, licking the side of his neck. Fuck! Now he'd done it again. Of course, his dick wouldn't settle.
"Hey, bro," Jad burst through the kitchen door, making Majid jump out of his reveries as he stood at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, and rubbing his erection through the old pair of jeans.
"Oh, hi, Jad," Majid croaked, straightening, looking guilty, crossing his legs.
"You ready to go? I brought a spare fishing rod for you, and the guys will be passing by in about 15 minutes to pick us up, just enough time for me shower and change."
"Yea," Majid nodded as his gaze followed his gay brother rushing out of the kitchen. Dangerous thoughts! VERY dangerous! Jad's firm bubble butt looked very, very inviting. Shit, Majid, he thought with disgust at himself. He was getting turned on by his brother's ass. He was one sick guy. But his dick didn't think so; rather, it started throbbing more forcefully than when he was thinking about Ameen.
There was definitely something wrong with him, desiring lustfully after his own brother. Jad was only two years older than Majid, but Majid was always the wiser, the more mature, the more responsible.
Oh, yea? And how mature and responsible was it to think about fucking your brother? Sick and stupid! They made it to the ravine in the early afternoon. Because of the heat, the boys took off their shirts and sat on rocks overlooking the stream below bare-chested, dangling their lines into the water below. Majid and Jad shared one flat rock affording enough space for both of them.
For the first time in his life, Majid regarded his brother as a hot guy. The hairy thighs and legs, the chiseled abdomen, the sexy nipples, all cried out sexily to Majid. He couldn't stop his surreptitious sideways glances at Jad, admiring the physique and, as a direct result, raising all kinds of lustful thoughts in his mind. As he waited for some stupid fish to catch, he thought about his desires. If he did get to have Jad in his bed, would that really be incest? Couldn't two brothers who loved each other carry this love further to include sex? And why not? And says who? The problem with all these questions was that there was no one to answer them. Jad couldn't, for sure. His dad was out of the question. His oldest brother would probably strangle the both of them. Community clergyman? You had to be kidding! Majid sighed. Suddenly, Jad's line went tight. "Here it comes," Jad exclaimed jubilantly, holding onto his fishing rod as it started to arch down towards the water, the line pulling it.
"Wow," Majid jerked out of his reveries. "Bro, you definitely have a biggie. Here, let me help."
Majid wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder, holding onto his brother's hand to make sure the rod didn't slip.
"Easy, M," Jad said. "You need to give it a little slack and then pull it in. Gradually. Slowly. Little by little, bro."
Majid released the pressure on Jad's hand, realizing that his own hand was beginning to sweat and his dick was beginning to erect. He kept his arm around Jad's shoulder but placed his hand on his brother's arm instead of the fishing rod, letting Jad bring in the fish. The rippling muscles under his clutch made him even more excited. True. Majid had seen Jad almost naked more than once: Jad coming out of the shower with just a towel around his waist; Jad walking to the bathroom in his white briefs for a morning piss; Jad lounging on one of the plastic chairs out on the porch with nothing on except a pair of shorts. Never, ever, however, had Majid thought erotically about these times. Not like now. The images flashed through his mind like a fast-forward film strip: Jad partially naked. Majid's cock was fully erected, straining at the fabric of his short: visible! The fish wasn't particularly big, but it threw quite a fight. By the time Jad pulled it in, he was sweating, his bare chest deliciously gleaming, with droplets of sweat shining on his chest hair and running down his armpits. Majid ached to bend and lick them off. His erection got even harder, painfully so.
Without thinking about it, Majid leaned and kissed Jad's cheek. "Good job, bro."
Jad's reaction was totally unexpected. He inhaled audibly as soon as he felt Majid's lips touch his skin, and before Majid pulled back, still mouthing his appreciation, Jad turned and returned the kiss with one of his own, but on the lips as Majid pursed them to say "bro." Majid moaned.
The two brothers quickly pulled apart, both hearts racing, Majid's cock raging, as the other two guys rushed over to look at Jad's catch. The brothers exchanged a meaningful look, a thousand emotions communicated in mere seconds.
The rest of the afternoon went by with no further excitements. The final catch was nothing to brag about. Actually, Jad's first catch was the largest of the lot, the rest small fish that the boys finally threw back into the rushing stream.
Majid sat on his bed back at home, wondering about what had passed between him and Jad. Did his brother feel the same about him? Was he going to get into Jad's pants? Jad was taking a shower. Majid could hear him singing in the shower. His dad and older brother were downstairs watching some football game on television. Quickly, he shed off his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, naked. Jad jumped when Majid pulled back the shower curtain and stepped under the water, his arms embracing his brother's waist, drawing him in. The two naked, wet bodies met. The kiss was way beyond description: lustful, hungry, erotic, guilty, embarrassed, desiring-simply delicious.
"Boys!" The two brothers jumped as they heard their father calling up from downstairs.
Majid, with a pounding heart, got out of the shower and stuck his head through the bathroom door.
"Yes, dad?"
"What do you want for dinner, now that fish is out of the question?" his father asked, with a lot of humorous sarcasm in his voice. Majid could hear his older brother snickering over the sounds coming out of the television set.
"Pizza," Majid decided to end the conversation, although what he wanted most, what he needed most, was Jad's wet body.
"Pizza it is," his father said as he returned to the living room.
Majid breathed deep and returned to the shower. Jad was naked in the shower, but he had turned off the water. Majid almost cried at the beauty of his brother, standing there in front of him, waiting.
Looking down at Jad's crotch, Majid had his first glimpse of Jad's equipment, erected vertically, balls hanging down low, chest heaving with quick breaths. Majid's dick was bigger than Jad's, but that didn't matter really. Jad's look of surprise as he saw his younger brother's man tool was evident all over his face. As Majid took the couple of step towards him, Jad kneeled on the wet shower floor, fisted Majid's huge cock, and started kissing it. No sucking or blowing or stroking. Just kissing. Up and down the cock. Kissing the mushroom head, lifting the shaft and kissing it down to the balls, pulling the cock down and kissing the upper side all the way back to the head. Majid was in seventh heaven. He shook all over, his knees growing weaker with every touch of his brother's lips on his throbbing cock. He ached for his brother to suck him.
Jad went to work on Majid's dick. He wrapped his lips around the cock head and started to slide down the shaft, engulfing the hardness tightly. Majid arched his back, holding onto his brother's wet hair, pulling him closer, deeper. Jad gagged halfway along the shaft and pulled back. He looked up and met Majid's eyes. Slowly, he stood up, still fisting the hard cock. Majid placed a hand on Jad's cheek and leaned to kiss him. But Jad pulled back. He didn't let go of the cock, but the look on his face had changed from lust to worry.
"What's the matter, bro?" Majid whispered, gently stroking his brother's cheek.
Jad pressed his palm harder around Majid's cock. "I love you, man," Jad croaked. "But this? God! What are we doing, Majid? What the fuck are we doing?" Jad's voice shivered, on the verge of tears.
"We're loving each other, Jad," Majid tried to state this as simplistically as possible, fully aware of the awkward situation they were in, in spite of themselves.
Jad let go of Majid's dick which started to soften and droop. "We can't, M. This is not right. We just can't." Tears were now streaming down Jad's cheeks. It was as if Majid was the older one and Jad was just a teen boy.
Placing his hand on the back of Jad's head, Majid pulled him close and kissed him deep. When he drew back, he looked into Jad's frightened eyes and said, "Does this feel right? Do my lips feel right on your lips? Does my hand feel right on the back of your head?" Majid moved closer, his now semi-erect dick pressed on Jad's thigh, he added, "Does my cock feel right? Like this?" Majid rubbed his crotch against the thigh. "Like this?" Jad moaned, and Majid's hand moved down Jad's back and cupped his firm butt.
"Like this?" he pressed and caressed the bubble ass cheek. "Or like this?" Jad shivered as he felt Majid's finger slide inside his ass crack.
Jad answered each question with a moan.
"Let's get out of here and down for the pizza, Jad," Majid finally said as he released his brother and moved out of the shower.
Jad nodded and followed, picking up his towel and wrapping it around his waist, tears still running down his face cheeks. Majid turned and gave Jad one final kiss, full on the mouth, and left the bathroom, naked and dripping. As soon as he closed the door of his bedroom, Majid sat on the edge of his bed and started crying, heaving painfully, his head between his two hands.
He just couldn't stop. Seeing his brother ache, torn between lust and guilt, made Majid mourn. The tears ran down his cheeks freely. Finally, spent, he reached for his clothes and dressed. On his way downstairs, he passed by the bathroom and washed his face, wiping away the tears. Jad avoided looking at him, but his dad and older brother were too engrossed in the football game and the pizza that neither noticed anything amiss between Majid and Jad.
Finishing the one slice of pizza that he was able to keep down, his stomach churning, Majid stepped outside onto the porch and lit a cigarette. He knew that Jad was going to follow him and he wasn't surprised when he heard the squeak of the screen door open and then slam shut. Jad stood right beside him. Without saying a word, without even looking at his brother, Majid passed his lit, half- smoked cigarette to Jad who grabbed it and sucked on it hungrily, the lit end glowing red.
"Are you mad at me, M?"
"No, man," Majid took a final drag of smoke and put out the cigarette stub in the plastic ashtray on the porch table. "I love you. As a brother. Very much. Also, Jad, and get this into your thick brain, I love you as a lover. I want you to be my lover. I want our love to be total, complete."
"But, Majid, man," Jad whined, "this is not supposed to happen between brothers, no matter how much they loved each other. This is a fucking sin, man."
"This is fucking. Period." Majid said emphatically. "You know, bro? The Egyptians? Not those now living in Egypt. The early ones. The Pharaohs. The ones who built the Pyramids?"
"I know who the fucking Egyptian Pharaohs are. Don't pull this college shit on me, M."
"Hold on, bro. Just listen. These guys back then built empires and they married their sisters. The Romans? The Greeks? They fucked boys, little ten-year-old boys for God's sake, and they were, like, big shots, senators and stuff. And the Arabs? Jad, we're Arab, too. The Arabs wrote fucking poetry, man, on the joys of fucking boys."
"Oh, man," Jad scratched his head. "This is so confusing. I know you wouldn't play around with my mind, bro. But this? And you and me?"
Majid ached to pull Jad into his arms and hold him tight, kiss him, rub on him, try to set his mind at ease. He knew how Jad could be so confused. He wasn't totally sure himself either. Shit. This was sex between brothers and fuck all those Greeks and Romans and Arabs back in old decadent ages. But he couldn't comfort his brother, and himself, out here on the porch, with his dad and older brothers inside the house.
Both boys turned around as the screen door squeaked open and their father walked out.
"You're not going to quit that filthy habit," the father said to Majid. "You know the dangers of smoking.
How can some people be so stupid?"
"Oh, dad, come on," Majid said lamely. "I am not a heavy smoker, but I really enjoy a cigarette every now and then."
"As long as you don't make it a habit," he father conceded. "Oh, well, boys, I'm turning in. See you in the morning." Their father stretched and turned around to enter the house. The boys took in deep breaths of relief. They both knew that their older brother was going to leave soon to see his girlfriend, who it looked like, would soon become their sister-in-law. He wouldn't be back for hours. They looked at each other meaningfully as the situation revealed itself. Jad could share Majid's bed. Would he do it? Majid ached for it to happen.
"I love you, bro," Majid whispered into Jad's ear as they climbed the stairs up to the bedrooms. Their older brother had already left and their dad's snoring was loud and clear, reaching them down the stairs. Jad grabbed Maid's hand, squeezing but trembling.
"I love you too, M," he whispered back.
Jad didn't head for his room down the hallway. He followed Majid into his room. Majid's heart jumped in ecstasy as he saw this as a sign of his brother finally conceding to his arguments. They pulled the door closed behind them and were lost in a long, intense embrace, arms around each other, lips glued to each other, breathing heavily, erections pressing and rubbing on each other.
As if in slow motion, they moved to the bed. It took them seconds to shed their clothes and lie on the bed next to each other, butt naked, making out.
Majid slowly moved down his brother's beautiful chest, licking and biting lightly on the nipples, down the flat stomach, reaching the hard cock. When he took Jad's erection into his mouth, Jad bucked up, moaning loudly.
"Shhhh," Majid took time off to look at his brother's ecstatic facial expression. "Keep it down, hot boy.
Dad may be snoring, but you know how he is in the habit of waking during the night to take a leak. We don't want him to see this, do we?"
Jad nodded his head dumbly, the ecstatic expression still on his face, and with one hand guided Majid back onto his cock. Majid gobbled. Using a lot of spit on the cut cock, Majid moved up and down the shaft, taking more of it with every swallow. In no time, his lips were pursed around the base and his nose was buried in the thick bush. Jad was bucking faster, moaning louder, pushing harder on the back of Majid's head. Much sooner than he would have liked, he exploded with loud grunts, almost screaming.
"Cumming, ahhhhh, fuck, cumming, oh fuck, M, eat my cock, M, I love you, cumming, oh my God."
Squirt after squirt shot down Majid's throat, filling whatever space was left in his mouth cavity already full with the pulsating, enlarged cock spewing its load, and seeping through his lips onto his chin and dripping onto the sheet under them. Majid kept sucking, determined to drain his brother's nuts till the last drop and more. Jad's eyes were squeezed shut, his breaths coming out short, snorting, as his cock flexed with the after-ejaculation sensations. Majid worked his tongue up and down the shaft, his lips pursed just under the ridge of the mushroom cock head, still pulsating. He kept rubbing Jad under his balls, back to his ass crack, fondling the butt hole.
What seemed like a long time, Jad's dick started to subside in Majid's mouth. Majid's own cock was raging with lust. He could feel its angry throbbing as he pressed on it with his belly, still working his brother's now-limp dick, still rubbing his crack and his hole.
Finally, Majid let go of Jad's dick. Jad lay on his back, his chest settling, his eyes still closed, his body regaining its normalcy. Majid regarded the sexy body of his brother, the legs spread wide, the expression of sexual release on his face, as he kneeled between the spread thighs. He lifted one of Jad's legs up, looking down at the hairy crack and the pink, puckered hole. Fisting his throbbing cock, Majid ran it up and down the crack, the globs of spit making it slippery and wet. Jad opened his eyes as soon as he felt the heat of the throbbing cock in his crack.
"What? What? What?" Jad groaned throatily. A look of fear and anxiety replaced the earlier expression of sexual gratification. "What the fuck, M? What are you doing?"
Majid looked down at his brother, a smile on his face, mixed with lust and guilt. Yes. He was going to fuck Jad. Oh, yes. He was going inside his brother's sweet sexy body. He was going to fill him with his love.
"You know you want it, bro," he breathed, pressing his cock head at the puckered butt hole, gently but insistent.
"Oh, man, fuck. Majid. Come on, bro. This is virgin ass down there. I have never done that," Jad complained.
Majid gazed quizzically at his brother's face. Could it be? Jad was gay. Could it be that he had never been fucked? Majid's heart raced with the prospect. Extremely excited at fucking a virgin ass, he was filled with concern. It wasn't as if this was going to be easy. His dick was huge; he knew that. Jad was going to be hurt. But he really, really needed to fuck his brother, right then, right there.
"I'll be easy, bro. I'll stop when you tell me, ok?" Majid said appeasing , releasing the pressure on the butt hole.
Spreading Jad's thighs wide, he leaned on top of him and placed his lips on Jad's mouth.
"I'll be gentle, bro," he breathed into the trembling lips. "I would never hurt you, ok?"
Majid felt Jad nod as he returned the kiss.
"Love me, M," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Love me deep."
Majid reached down with one hand and guided his cock back inside the crack, finding the puckered entrance, still slick and wet. Slowly, with his lips glued onto his brother's, his tongue flickering inside his brother's mouth, he pushed. The butt hole refused to open.
"Relax, man," Majid groaned with desire. "Relax for me, bro. Let me love you. Let me in."
"I can't," Jad whimpered under him. "It's too big. I can't. Please, M."
"Want me to stop?" Majid said, with regret in his tone. But he pressed harder anyway.
"Awwww. M. Man. Hurts. FUCKING hurts."
Majid couldn't stop himself. He was beyond any control over his throbbing cock. There was a moment when he felt the puckering butt hole relax a little, and he took advantage and thrust hard. His cock head popped inside the rim muscle.
"AWWW... AHHHH. FUCK!" Jad was almost screaming, his ass on fire, stretched.
Majid pressed a bit harder and felt the shaft start to follow the head into Jad's body. So warm. So tight.
"Jad, baby, just relax a bit for me, please. Let me in," he pleaded.
"HURTS. Oh, man, it fucking HURTS. You're so big. Oh God. FUCK. Majid. Take it out. Oh, god, please, take it out."
Majid stopped the thrust inwards but kept his dick inside Jad's body, letting Jad relax and get used to the invading thickness.
"Fuck me, bro."
Majid was startled. Did he hear correctly? Jad was asking him to fuck! YES. He immediately drove in all the way to the base and froze, waiting for the reaction from the hot sweating body pinned under him.
He licked the side of Jad's neck as he felt his brother's hand slide between their bodies and reach for his now-elongating dick. Jad stroked himself, his breaths coming out short and fast.
"Fuck me, Majid. Fuck my ass. Deep. NOW."
Majid fucked. Starting to draw out the length of his cock shaft and then driving back in, pushing, stretching, deeper and deeper, careful not to pull all the way out so that he wouldn't cause more pain when his fat cock head invaded the hole muscle. He made sure that his cock head stayed inside the ass as he drove in and out. His thrusts increased in tempo as Jad's fuck tunnel sucked on his slithering, pulsating cock. Oh, man. Jad was tight, was warm, was slick, was delicious. Majid pounded into his brother. Under him, Jad stroked his dick and pleaded for more fucking.
With every thrust into Jad's body, Majid's heart seemed to explode. This was not an ordinary fuck.
This was Jad, his brother. He poured all his love into the hot body under him. He kissed hungrily, sucking on the sweet lips, his brother's lips. Thrusting, fucking, the two bodies melting into one.
Finally, Majid couldn't hold back. He burst deep inside the cavity enclosing his cock, milking him. As his juice squirted out of his engorged cock, he grunted and moaned, pressing harder on top of his lover- brother. He cummed and cummed. Squirting all of this love juice, he thought that now their sibling relationship was complete. Now he was emptying his soul inside Jad. Now his semen was filling Jad's arteries. Now he and Jad were one. As the final spurts of cum streamed out of his balls, Majid thought that he must get Jad's semen into his own body as well. He must have Jad's brotherly sperm fill his bowels and veins before he could claim they were one.
Later that evening, after a short period of regaining their breaths, before their older brother got back from visiting-and probably fucking-his girlfriend, while their dad snored in the next room, Jad did fill Majid's body, and the two brothers became one soul. Majid wasn't much used to getting his ass plowed. He was invariably the top in the sexual relationship he had had. But when Jad penetrated him, when he willingly offered his butt to be fucked, resting his weight on his knees and elbows, arching his back, he realized how fulfilling this was going to be.
Jad, the bottom, fucked like a true top. He pounded and moaned, his dick sliding in and out of Majid's tight fuck tunnel. Like Majid a short time before, Jad emptied gallons of semen inside his brother.
Majid felt the squirts as they hit his bowels, and his heart almost stopped with the intensity of Jad's ejaculation. He tried to hear Jad as he cummed, but Jad grew totally silent, his crotch glued onto Majid's butt cheeks, pressing deep, not moving, his cock pulsating with every squirt.
As soon as he finished, Jad withdrew and plopped next to Majid who was still in the doggy position, feeling wetness seeping out of his butt hole and onto his balls. Jad was wheezing with uncontrollable breaths, his body still shaking with the aftermath of his fucking. Majid climbed on top of his sweating brother and kissed him, his erection pressing on the Jad's cum-covered crotch.
"I love you, Jad," he whispered.
Jad bucked upwards, feeling the big cock grinding on him. "I love you, too, bro," he sobbed.
"Shhhh..." Majid wiped away the tears streaming down Jad's cheeks, kissing his brother's lips, grinding on him. "Baby, please, don't cry," he pleaded, the guilt returning.
"Tears of joy, M," Jad managed to say between sobs. "I'm so full, so happy. Thank you, Majid."
Majid got off Jad and spooned him, his erection resting in the beautiful crack, his arms around the waist as Jad snuggled against him. They fell asleep, only to wake a little while later when Majid's erected cock found its way into the fucked butt hole of his brother and another bout of hot anal sex was resumed to be consummated with huge loads of semen.
The rest of the summer? Yes. The two brothers fucked whenever they had the chance. They never seemed to grow tired or bored with each other, totally free of guilt or shame, totally engrossed with love and lust.
What a summer!